Darren went off with Landon to deal with him, while Celeste stayed behind with Marshal. " M-Marshal.." she said weakly as she slid down to the cold ground. " Im sorry I risked my life.. I sh-shouldnt have. It was ruthless. But I- I love you. No matter what"

An hour later, Darren came back with a few bandages, a needle and threading, " Celeste, that was the bravest thing I have ever seen you. Why did you do that? You risked your life. For me, for Marshal.. You're nearly dead." He sat beside her watching Marshal.

Celeste couldnt talk, the pain was too much " t- take m-me- back-home." she said as she closed her eyes. nearly unconciuos from the loss of blood. Her eyes never left Marshal.

Darren couldnt stand it " Come on, lets get you back to the house" he said getly picking her up and zipped back to the apartment and set her on the bed, letting Marshal continue to work on her.

" I'll be back to check on her. ' Darren said " Stay here with her for now. She needs you, Marshal" He patted his shoulder before leaving the room and left them alone.

Celeste had her eyes closed as the pain from the glass went through her, ever movement painful. But after awhile, she spoke " Make the pain.. s-stop.. Do something, please" she said in a strained voice. Bite me if you think it will help ease the pain She thought. Nearly to the point of screaming. She would have a scar, but that would show her bravery forever. Her eyes then landed on Marshal and she smiled, weakly. Im not gonna live through this. she thought.

He put her head on his knee to act like a pillow of sort. Hoping it would be slightly more comfortable then concrete. He wanted to say something, but for the first time was choking on words. "I... I..." He didn't want to say it now, he still didn't know if it was true. But he knew it would comfort her, and right now that's all that mattered. "I love you too." He wanted to kiss her for head, or move hair out of her face, but his hands where busy saving her from bleeding out, and moving just slightly now could make it worse. And if there was something he didn't have time for, it was making the situation worse for her.

Hearing footsteps he would have taken a sigh of relief if he could have. As Darren put the supplies down he wanted to spit out a quick remark, something along the lines of took you long enough, but he kept it to himself. He did however turn and give him a death glare when he said what she did was brave, and that she was nearly dead. Hey moron, you don't tell someone that. "Just what I was thinking". He smiled at her, to keep her thinking he was calm so she wouldn't panic.

Darren scooped her up, he grabbed the supplies and followed quickly,.opening and closing all the doors to make the transition easy. He put her on her bed and said something Marshel didn't quite register, patted him on the shoulder, and just left. Godamn, how does he expect one person to do this and hold back bleeding. He quickly tore more of his shirt and tied where his hands where. And he began to sew her main artery.

He didn't flinch or move, he kept a steady hand, trying to minimize pain. "I'm sorry." He spoke quietly, not wanting to startle her. "I can only think of one thing to stop the pain, and you might wake up with a concussion." His voice was odly soothing for the topic of knocking her out. He didn't want to, but he knew it would be a quick way to make her unconscious, and feel close to nothing. He kept on keeping on, pulling the ties heade with his sleeves off with his teeth cause her stupid brother just left her their. I'm so gonna have to exchange words with him. He stopped nose of the bleeding and got to her wrist. He focused knowing it's an incredibly sensitive area and finished. He lifted his head, knowing the hard part was over. "Your nearly done now darling." With his elbow instead of his hand he wiped his face clean of her blood.

Celeste felt every prick of the needle, but didnt move a muscle. Her sense of hearing, clearer. When she felt the last needle prick, she opened her eyes just looked up at the ceiling. Trying to think of what to say to her vampire. When she found her voice a few minutes later, she cleared her throat, even though she knew it would hurt. " Marshal? " she asked " I was foolish to even think of doing what I did in the alley." Her voice was weak, but she did her best to hang in there. Ever breath a pain. " I ha-had to stop you from killing L-Landon. " Tears began to roll down from her eyes. " I risked my life... to.. be with.. you. And I paid the conciquences."

She turned her head so her golden eyes looked at his " I will do it myself, when im healed and back into shape" Or my brother will have to she then thought. " Forgive me for my actions." She smiled with all the energy she had before looking at her arm and then at Marshal again " You're gonna be cold, Marshal... I know it was your shirt you used... " She didnt know what she was saying, but she didnt care. She gave a little weak laugh before trying to sit up, but it was no use. " Ow. Help me up, dear?"

Darren was outside dealing with Landon when he decided that his sister would deal with him at a later time.He left him in the alley. He headed back to his sisters apartment, but only got to the door of her building. What will her boyfriend think of me... I didnt even help with anything. Im the oen who deserved to die when he saved her in the alley. I just stood there and watched. What a fool I am. He thought as he sat on the steps, his head in his hands. An hour later, he got the courage to get back to her apartment and opened it. He say that she was sitting up. "Hey sis" he tried to reach her but someone else in the room pulled him out. " Hey! Whats your problem!. Marshal" he growled, fangs slightly out. He glared at Marshal " I was just going to check on her. I have the right to. She maybe your girlfriend, but she's my little sister!" he's protective of her now... lets see how this turns out.

He wanted to lecture her. Tell her exactly why she was stupid for doing what she had. He simply couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to tare her down further. To turcher her more. Not when she looked as she did now. Sickly, and damned near close to death. He refused to let her be like him. Cold, emotionless, a killer at heart. He would much rather parish himself then let her live a new life, like the one he did. "I know your sorry. But what point is in it for a sinner to forgive a saint." Ge gave her a gentle kiss on her for head and went to the sink to clean himself up. He still found her vulnerability delectable, like it would satiate his hunger. So he washed himself quietly, and brought back paper towels and a two bowls of water and began to clean her off. "Shhh. Don't cry." He caught himself pleading. No, don't you dare cry. It ruins me. It makes me wish I could cry. "How about we forget about that despicable creature for the day yeah." He put the dirty towels in the trash. "He isn't worth out energy." He chuckled at her attempt to lighten the air. "Please, I insist you can keep it. Besides." He looked at her jokingly. "I have at least twenty that looked exactly like it." Combing his hair with his hands he left for only a second to grab a new and came back in a flash with it all buttoned up, new and looking a little more fresh.

He sat with her, an hour maybe more. Just letting her sleep and rest. Occasionally he checked her pulse amd her breathing. Both where steadily improving thank God. He went over the kitchen and brought a chair out. Just to watch her and the door more efficiently without being seen.

Then it opened. No heart, no pusle, not even a halflings tiny beat like hers. He grabbed the hand and pulled him out of the apartment when he saw it was Darren. O okay it's just Darren. He relaxed before it hit him. O yeah. It's Darren. "What's my problem? My problem." He punched his ribs, not hard enough to break yet, just hard enough to let him know he was pissed. "MY PROBLEM IS THAT YOU JUST LEFT HER! YOU LEFT ME! YOU LEFT ME ALONE TO SAVE YOUR SISTERS LIFE!" He noticed that he let his fangs come out a little, so Marshall decided to let his out all the way, genuinely not in the mood for this. "You wanted to check on her? IF YOU CARE SO MUCH WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST DROP IT TO HELP?" Marshall's eyes went black again. Only now there wasn't much holding him back. In the ally it was Celeste, only now she was out cold. "She could have died, and you think you have the right to her company now after what you just pulled." He pinned him against the hallway wall, his hand against Darren's throat. "You have no rights here coward." And with that he bawled his fist, and got ready for a solid fight.

Darren noticed the anger in Marshal's voice, the black eyes, his arm against his throat. Trying to breath. And he knew he was at an end if he wants a fight, he can get a fight. but im only doing this to protect her from that ass of an ex He thought as he bared his teeth and with nearly the same length as Marshal protruded. " Outside. Now" he ordered as he was let go. " Im not a coward, Marshal. I have different ways of helping people.. its.. not what you think."

But minutes later, Landon, half hidden in the dark, watched as they fought. One stronger than the other. My time has come to teach that half bloodsucker who's mine. he thought as he raced towards them in a flash and his eyes where black, fangs at full length.

It was one bloody time down in the alley with three vampires..well.. two pure vampires and a human/vampire. " Look.. guys... im.. sorry.." Darren pleaded as he was hit, bitten and pratically torn into pieces. And wouldnt get away with what he had done. The first thing to break on Darren was his ribs. The most painful thing to break even if you were half human Not only that, but having poison go through you, was th second most painful.

"Please-" he pleaded, his head looking down. But he knew his life was at its end.

By that time, thought, Landon was long gone from the scene as he knew his fight was over. He didnt have the guts to kill his ex girlfriends brother. "You kill him.. for me... I cant..You hated him more than I did. " was all he said to Marshal as he raced back to where he belonged. Where he was safe. " the time will come when I face 0ff with you, Marshal Black" he thought not turning back.

Celeste was fast asleep as the fight wore on in the alley. Knowing practically nothing of her brother's terrible death. But she would soon find out. But how would she take it.. when she finds out that Marshal was the one who killed him to save her life. But also, how would she take the news about her ex boyfriend having part of the killing spree longside Marshal? Prolly not so well.

(Willing to change or edit this scene the way you were thinking.)

He held firm but just loose enough so this halfling could speak. He kept his face emotionless, just barren amd absent. Much like his motions, second nature. A jab here, quick kick there. Odly enough it made him calm. Relaxed even. Then he noticed something, or rather someone who had joined him. And it pissed him off. He purposefully missed Darren a few times and hit Landon. He swore he heard his nose break. And once he ran off he saw what he did. This man was torn, beaten, battered, bruised. But Marshall never bit him. Great. Now he needs anti venom. He rubbed the bridge of his nose between his eyes. "Get back here." He chased him into the ally wjere he was trying to hide. Maybe recover.

He tilted his head to theft, his hair flipping effortlessly like he hadn't just beat this guy to a pulp. He crouched and grabbed his chin. Not in the same way as before. His cold exterior melted into a more evil charm. "Now now. I'll take care of that thing later." He tilted Darren's head to see the bite. Amd then looked at his own arm. "As we speak your being invenomated and your veins are decaying." He grabbed Darren's arm to show him the bruising. "I have a sort of antivenom I produce. That creature has bitten me so many times I've just become ammune, and sort of self healing to the venom." He used one of his fangs to puncture his index finger and ran it across Darren's lips. Knowing full well what he was doing. Soft, arnt they. Now with Darren's lips stained red Marshall gave him a wink and stood up to lean against the wall. "Now, you stay silent, and I'll let your abandonment go. Deal?" He knew he would take the deal, or Marshall would just beat it out of him again.

Ruffling his hair his finger healed quickly. "I've got you sister to check on. And my wall to fix. So you can either stay here or crash at my place as I'm assuming you don't have anywhere in town to stay." He knew this was odd for normal people. To beat the crap out of someone amd offer them a place to stay within 20 minutes. But he had lost track of what was normal. Never found the time to care anymore. So he did as he pleased. He lowered a hand, offering to help him up. "Besides the worst of your injuries should heal within a few days now, not a few months. You're welcome." He smirked and pulled our a lighter from his pants pocket, his shirt still ripped and simply turned it on and watched the flames.

Darren didnt know what to do. Landon had runn off back to safety. He looked back at Marshal and said, " I would rather die and save my sister, than let that ex of hers hurt her. " He then glared at Marshal when the pure vampire put his own blood on his lips. He just let it happen. what does he think he doing. He didnt care if he lived or died. He just wanted to protect his sister. " I guess it would be best to let me crash.. at.. y-your place. " Darren said. " I know I wont live long. No one cared about me anyways. " he said looking away.

He stood up the best he could, still with his hand on the wall of the alley " I could use your help, damn it. You didnt hurt me just to leave me here to die, did you?" Does he have a thing for me? Even though he belongs to my sister now?

Celeste was in bed still, but thankfully awake Marshal.. I need you.. she thought trying to reach him. She sat up in bed, with a book in hand. Still didnt know about the bite on her neck. It was hurting, but didnt bother much. All she wanted was Darren to be safe and Marshal to come back to her so she could talk to him. She was alone, feeling like death was around the corner. But not her death necissarily.

When minutes turned into hours, Celest gave up and just got out of bed, went into the bathroom and changed. Thats when she saw the bite on her neck. " The hell?" she said putting her finger against it. It was cold to the touch. who could have.. Marshal? she thought. No, he wouldnt ever bite me. he said so himself. "" Then thought But would he do it to save my life?

When she thought she heared someone in her building, she spazzed and went back to her bed, prepending to be asleep, pretending to be sick. Time to see what has taken them so long to get back. And have a long talk about this bite on my neck. She closed her eeyes when she heared the only one ever allowed in her apartment. Marshal she thought, a tiny smile crossing her lips.

He kept his hand extended and a placidness about him. "Put simply I agree." In honesty he didn't know why. He wasn't the people type. More like burn it down whenever and however it pleased him. To him this was new. It fascinated him. Why would he let such a rare chance scape him to the side, so now he would be helpful. "Truely, it's the least I could do now. Amd ill think you will be fine given proper time." He gave a light smile.

When Darren finally got up their was obvious staggering Marshall caught him amd supported him. "That's what I'm doing." He let his voice take on a warmer tone. Curious to see what he could get this guy to believe. "For your information I didn't do that to leave you to die. I was pissed, and for the worst it got me." He averted his eyes to force an ashamed look. "I took it out on you. My apologies." He put an arm around and under Darren's shoulders to give as much support as possible.

He felt something odd. Like a pulling. It came from his gut. Looking about the road with skepticism he glanced to see if Darren felt it though he didn't seam to. If was odd, like there was a literal string hooked up to his insides pulling him somewhere. His eyes followed the windows to Celests room. "You ever just get a sinking feeling?" He didn't expect answer and just blew the question as he walked into a drug store and bought some whiskey and went back outside. Ge knew it wouldn't do anything to him but make his tounge feel a little hot. He passed it to Darren. "Take a swig, should help numb the pain." He offered keeping his voice low and an a around Darren again till they got to Celestes place. "Remember, stay quiet, and your abandonment is forgiven." He gave him a quick pinch on his cheek in a joking manner and brushed off his torn shirt before opening the door.

Taking in a breath the smell of Honey was stronger then the smell of blood. That's a good sighn. He lied as he noticed a door he had closed was open. The bathroom door. She had gotten up at some point. He removed his black shoes and walked into her room. Admitting he was relieved to see the blankets moving as she breathed he moved hair out of her face. "Come now lovely, I know your not sleeping." He kissed her forehead and rubbed her back a little. "How are you feeling?" He sat on the bed besides her and tried not to move to much.

Darren was in Marshals bed, drunk in a way, trying to keep himself calm after what he just went through. His mind racing. What about my sister? Is she ok? Is she alive even? He really wanted to go after Landon.. but then why me? So many questions went through his mind. His mind never stopped racing as he begant o fall asleep. Remembering the fight in the alley,

" Im not fine, Marshal." She lied "I saw a bite on my neck, cold to the touch of course..." she began as she opened her eyes. Still their golden color " Was it you who bit me on the neck?" she sked not even wanting the answer now. " And where the fuck is my brother. Is he ok? What happened to him in the alley when you were saving my hot ass?" She chuckled as she said it gotta get a kick out of that one, Marshal She thought as she sat up in her warm bed. She didnt want to move from his gentle touch, but she had to.. Is he really gentle? Or is my damn mind making me think he is? What if Im dating a killer...

" Don't touch me, Marshal. Please" Celeste said oushing him away, her head looking at the wondow" You bit me, didnt you? For what? to try and save me from the poison my ex inflicted on me back there in the alley? Well good luck with trying to heal me fully. I would rather die." But was that what she wanted to say? No of course not " That came out wrong.." she said getting out of bed and put her warm fuzzy slippers on " Where is he?" she asked without telling him who she was refering to.

" But I understand why you bit me. At least I hope I do." She turned her head slightly, so she looked at him " You love me, is that it? "

Her life was crumbling underneath her feet at that moment. im so damn confused.. does he love me or not? Did he even mean it when he whispered it to me a while back? A tear fell from her face and she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She wouldnt come out till she had answers. She loved him.. but he didnt seem to show it back. " I love you, Marshal."

He couldn't believe it. She was mad at him. Who had just saved her. Well that's odd. He moved his hand to move her hair and saw the bite she was talking about. The same one her brother had just gotten. He stiffened up. "No I would." She cut him off. She was livid. "He is in." She had cut him off again. "He was getting supplies." He kept his voice low, though now it was corse as he kept from going off on her for how ridiculous she was being. Though you are right about that. He stayed where he was. Knowing if he moved it would be a repeat incident.

She got up and screamed at him. He sat up, not seeing his muscles where flexed and ready. "Why are you yelling at me!" He stood up and walked to the window as she kept going off on him. "I didn't know you where even bit! This is the first I'm hearing of it!" He paused as she put on her slippers. "Because I don't know. I WAS TO BUSY SAVING YOUR LIFE! WHY WOULD I PUT THAT IN JEPRODY!" He turned his back to her when she said she would rather die. "IF THATS WHAT YOU WANT I COULD JUST REMOVE THE STICHES. JUST SAY THE WORD." He was royaly enraged with her now. He placed his head against the window. This was more then anger. This was a festering ball of anguish that had been sitting in his stomach for years. Just boiling. For the first time in years he did what he thought impossible. A tears streamed from his eye. A single blood red tear that streamed down his cheek leaving a stain. He turned to her. "That came our wrong? Really. Then how else is that ment!" Another tear rolled from his other eye. He wanted to take a step closer, crumble as he did. But he stayed unmoving. Unable to. "He is safe. Much like yourself." He quieted as his voice dropped to a wisper.

Again she changed the subject. Accusing him again. "I never did that." His voice broke and cracked as he was silently pleaded she believe him, for his lonely soles sake. "I think so. I don't know. I never knew what it was in my human life. I know I'm attached to you. You bring me calmness. I care for you. I would be devastated if you left. I do know I never want to be alone without you again." He grew silent as she ran to the bathroom and closed the door. He walked over to the door and put his back to it and slid to the floor. His head in knees as he stained them with the blood tears. "I don't understand what that means." He gave up describing everything. "If you want me to leave just get it over with already." Those words cut him. He didn't want to go. He didn't want her to be in there. He wanted it to be like last night. Cuddling and relaxing.